Kat

“It is perhaps little wonder that the end of Victorianism almost exactly coincided with the invention of psychoanalysis.”
― Bill Bryson, At Home: A Short History of Private Life

“You!” Adolin exclaimed. “Me!” Wit replied. He swung down from the top of the carriage and performed a flowery bow. “Ever at your service, Brightlord Kholin.” “What did you do with my usual carriage driver?” “Nothing.” “Wit—” “What, you’re implying that I hurt the poor fellow? Does that sound like me, Adolin?”
― Brandon Sanderson, Words of Radiance

“So the baby was carried in a small deal box, under an ancient woman's shawl, to the churchyard that night, and buried by lantern-light, at the cost of a shilling and a pint of beer to the sexton, in that shabby corner of God's allotment where He lets the nettles grow, and where all unbaptized infants, notorious drunkards, suicides, and others of the conjecturally damned are laid.”
― Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

“I think you intentionally overreacted. Like killing a fly with a baseball bat, just to make sure it never bothers you again.”
― Kelley Armstrong, Visions